Articles by Nolcha Fox

Poem

Nolcha Fox has written all her life, starting with poop and crayons on the walls.

"...smell the twilight, laugh at darkness,..."

"...Only the lucky and foolish survive your embrace..."

"I wander in parched dryness..."

"...I vacuumed away the trace of your tracks..."

"...all that is left..."

"...the storm clouds throwing thunder..."

"...a janitor spinning in an ice rink..."

Penguins on the town...

"...a black tuxedo T-shirt..."

"...a match tossed into the ditch..."

"...wanders the halls of midnight..."

"...bound by years of love and shared experience..."

"...He says he is her lighthouse...."

"...Bring me a box, a bag, a promise..."

"...printed spider web of lines that lead to places no one goes..."

"...The past has bad recall and loves good stories..."

"...to be on time, to be off to somewhere..."

"...the clouds will bloat and cry..."

"...Maybe it is just as well if I can never find it..."